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Oct 2016
The anguish that you carry
it never fades away.
The deep black hole you fell through
it's now your home to stay.
The bruises on your arms
they're tattooed there forever
The hole in your heart
it will never get better.
The demons that you run from
they'll hunt you 'til you're dead
The angels that you call upon
they all will turn their heads.
The deafening blindness you wish to escape
it is now your lullaby.
Rest your head my little one
it's time to say goodnight.
Written by
Raven LaMountain
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